~Misha gets annoyed by people referring to Castiel as small and when he catches you reading some Angel Smut, he decides to remind you just how big he actually is…~
Misha x Reader
1,680 Words
Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Misha’s Dom!Eyebrow!, Oral
A/N: This is for my “face fucking” square for @spnkinkbingo 2018. I kinda enjoy this one. Hope you do too!
The room was dark but for the light emanating from your phone screen. You had sat down in the living room for a quick break almost three hours ago and gotten sucked into a world of deliciously dirty fanfiction, so much so, that you hadn’t noticed the time slip away. The sun had set beyond the big windows, washing you in darkness, but your eyes were trained on little black words on little white posts, devouring tales of angelic debauchery.
Castiel spread his wings as the jingle of keys failed to reach your ears.
Blue eyes glowed brightly as the front door opened.
Grace tickled the Reader’s g spot as Misha kicked off his shoes and flipped on the light.
“Did I not pay the electric bill?” he asked with a laugh.
You jumped a bit and looked up, your eyes strained from hours spent in smutty heaven. “I…oops.” You smiled and shifted in your seat, stretching your arms above your head. “I guess I lost track of time.” A yawn tickled your throat and you gave in to it. “Wha timb id it anyway?”
Misha came towards you as he checked his watch. “Little after nine.”
IncogNinja 